Resident Evil One-Shots

Taming the Fire Within (Chrisker) .PART I.

Prince Christopher was never one to back down from a challenge, and as he squinted up at the barren, ragged mountain before them, he still felt no fear slithering around his heart. He was worried, yes, but he wasn't scared. He sat atop his high, white horse, adorned in the golden and steel armour complete with his kingdom's icon, and smirked as he felt the breeze gently caress his cheek as it rolled in off the moor. Beside him, his best friend, Jill Valentine sat atop her black horse with white highlights, her large, mage-like hat covering most of her messy, short brown hair as she hummed to herself. Her tongue was sticking out as she flipped through her cookbook of spells.

"Find anything of use in there?" Chris asked her.

Jill shook her head, a dark frown troubling her pretty features. "I might need a fallen tree log - could turn it into a really long and sharp spear. Oh! Or I could find some rocks and turn them into projectiles?"

"An ambush might serve us better," approaching quietly on Chris' other side was one of his most loyal guardsmen, Sir Leon Kennedy. "We could sneak in and attack at night?"

Chris hummed as he tilted his head and stared at the jagged top of the mountain just a few miles away. Its top was shrouded in dark, heavy rain clouds but he swore he could just make out a swirling, dark shadow swimming beneath.

"He's waiting for us," Chris muttered, and that finally brought Jill's attention to the incredible view in front of them as she lifted her head from her cookbook. "I can just see him, up there, in the clouds." Chris pointed.

"Of course he is," Leon huffed. "He didn't swoop down just to snatch her up and eat her, he's planning something."

"That's why we should go in there and kill him," Jill glanced at Chris with the reigns eagerly in her hands. "Before he starts doing something else."

"Not yet," the prince soothed their desires as he pursed his lips. "If my sister is still alive, then I wish to speak with this dragon."

"Are you mad?" Leon squinted at Chris, which earned him a raised, brunette brow, so he corrected himself and looked away as he apologised. "Forgive me, my lord, for I did not mean to speak ill of your being, however, my query still stands."

"No," Chris raised his head a little higher with a smirk. "I'm not far-gone yet, Kennedy. I simply wish to know this dragon's intentions is all."

"Then how do we get all the way up there and ask him?" Jill asked as she stared at her friends.

"Mm," Chris sat atop his white horse and stared at the rigid mountain in the distance.

In the distance, the midnight-black dragon sat atop the spire of his barren mountain.
Nothing grew here, only shrubs or the occasional tumbleweed. The rocks were sprawling with orange sand and the dark, grey skies had not lifted in centuries.
Wesker thought that it was a horrible home, yet a perfect home for him. With no luscious life and terrible, looming weather of a constant thunderstorm, not a soul would dare to travel all the way out here to bother him.

Yet one did.

Some strange creature who confessed themselves to being a 'Travelling Merchant'.
The Merchant had whispered lies to him ever so eagerly like a child with a toy; pretending to enjoy the enrichment of having such a beast to commune with during one stormy night. The two had briefly spoken before the Merchant's departure by morning and Wesker had learned the tale of two Redfields.

One was a noble and strong prince who sought to greater this dead land for his people.
The other was a fiery, young maiden who could cause quite the chaos with her short-temper.

Wesker had meant to steal the prince and hold him for ransom - not that the great beast had ever needed, let alone wanted, monetary value. But he figured it a much safer choice to steal the son of an ailing king just for mere entertainment.